I know that I tend to really work along the same theme for this entire collection, but hopefully they have enough differences that it doesn't seem too repetitive. Besides, I mostly wrote this because I felt like writing semi-pointless lime. Hope it's satisfactory.
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Together
Whoever said two wrongs didn't make a right, Hikaru decided, had never tasted Kaoru, or had Kaoru wrapped around him, or held the boy in his arms. Whoever had said that had obviously never desired anything taboo.
The whole an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind thing—oh yes, Hikaru was all for that. But to take the former saying to a whole new level, two wrongs were more right than Adam and Eve. And oh, hell, Kaoru was nibbling that one spot on his neck again—that spot that he knew very well made Hikaru simply melt in his arms. The older gave a happy sigh, surrendering with very little fight to his twin's ministrations.
Hikaru could feel Kaoru's smile against his shoulder before several ephemeral kisses dusted across his collarbone. "You're very submissive tonight," the younger remarked with pleased surprise. "Usually you're itching to have me under you in seconds."
Hikaru smiled, too, though Kaoru claimed his mouth and stole the smile from his lips not a moment later. "Just thinking," he murmured when Kaoru pulled away. He gasped as blunt fingernails scraped down his bare chest gently, teasingly, and he arched into the touch wantonly.
"Oh?" Kaoru's fingers gripped his twin's hips and he sat up, careful not to cause any more friction then necessary—not yet. "Anything important?" He gave a half-smile, cocking his head, his eyes still half-lidded and glazed over with desire. The sight made the blood pound in Hikaru's ears and his palms itch for Kaoru's warm, slender body. Hikaru liked the hardness of his brother's body, all muscles and flat planes with only enough curve to suit him—he would never wish for the soft gentleness of a woman's. Narcissist, something snickered at the back of his mind, but Hikaru ignored it.
"Not really," Hikaru choked out, drinking in the sight of Kaoru's swollen lips and lustful eyes. The boy above him smirked, easily reading Hikaru's mind, and shifted his weight, settling his hips so they fit perfectly against his brother's, and thrust.
Hikaru's last thought before he sank into the deep, soul-searing kiss that swallowed his low moan of pleasure was that two wrongs could easily make a right when one applied certain wrongs.
Because he is a wrong, and Kaoru is a wrong, but together, in the meeting of their lips and the seamless fusion of their bodies, they are the perfect right.